All the miseries of mankind come from one thing, not knowing how to remain alone.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
Most of our miseries we bring on ourselves. And they're the sum of our own stupidity.
Right now, they feel they have lost their voice, and their miseries have increased since my departure.
We twist our souls around each other’s miseries.
Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.
Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our Father's love - difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul's miseries, her burdens, her needs - everything, because through them, she learns humility, realizes her weakness. Everything is a grace because everything is God's gift. Whatever be the character of life or its unexpected events - to the heart that loves, all is well.
I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.
To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.
Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.
He who understand my music will remain free from the miseries that the other men are dragging with them.
No one is to blame for our miseries but ourselves.
I love Dickens because it makes me chuckle to myself so. He has taken me to another world and out of so many earthly miseries.
We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable. -Suyuan
The wretched hasten to hear of their own miseries.
The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.
fully half of Household miseries arise from a lack of order.
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
There are, while human miseries abound, A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.